“Lauren, stop what you’re doing and come suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
The wet sounds started right away.
“That’s better. Lick the sweat off my balls first. Then the shaft. How old are you turning on Friday?”
“Twenty-nine, sir.”
“Louder.”
“Your personal slut turns twenty-nine on Friday, sir.”
“Don’t stop licking while you answer. Understood, whore?”
“Yes, sir.”
My name is Richard Hale. I’m thirty-eight, married, two sons. I run a mid-sized logistics company in Atlanta and make a very comfortable living. I care about my wife and try to treat her well with the little time I actually spend at home. I’m not faithful, but I am careful — I’ve never publicly humiliated her, not even in front of my assistant.
The woman on her knees is my executive assistant. Her name is Lauren Drake. She’s worked for me for five years. For the last three I’ve owned her completely. She’s married to a long-haul trucker who’s rarely home. They have a thirteen-year-old daughter in a strict boarding school upstate.
When I hired her she seemed like a solid, ambitious girl — sharp, attractive, eager to prove herself. Within months she was running the entire office. Efficient, discreet, organized. Exactly what I needed. The fact that she had a husband and kid didn’t matter to me.
We started fucking after client dinners. I wasn’t in love with her, but I enjoyed using her. She did everything I ordered and worked hard to keep me satisfied. I think she fell hard. I simply took what was offered. Dressed for work she looks polished and professional. Naked she’s a different creature — heavy tits with thick nipples I love to abuse, a mouth that turns filthy the second she gets wet, and a body built to be used. When I dress her like a street whore she becomes the most fuckable thing in the building.
Through her I discovered how much I enjoy total ownership. I never expected to actually keep a slave, but the urge was always there. After a year of fucking her I realized she had the perfect submissive mind. At the office she’s flawless. The moment I give the word she becomes the most obedient cunt on the floor. I believe she genuinely likes being my “assistant for everything.”
I say vicious things to her — things I’m not even sure I’ll follow through on. She believes every word and breaks down crying. I fuck her and beat her regularly, but what I enjoy most is dismantling her mentally. I force her to confess the most degrading things while my cock is in her mouth.
“Show me those fat whore tits and keep licking. What do you want for your birthday, slut?”
“These tits belong to you, sir. You can do whatever you want with them. I’m your dirty, obedient assistant. I have no right to ask for gifts. You’re my boss, my owner, my master. I’m sorry for getting older. The best present you could give me is not throwing me away. This body is yours — efficient assistant, personal whore, filthy slave, cock-sucking toy.”
“How much do you love your master, Lauren? I like hearing it while you work.”
“I love you, sir. From the first day I saw you I knew you were the man of my life. I don’t care that you treat me like a filthy slut. This body is yours. It excites me when you use me this way. I’m always wet when you’re near, even when you don’t let me come. I’m in love with you, sir. All I ask is that you keep me.”
“Work that whore tongue harder. Do you remember last year’s present?”
“A dog and a ring. Thank you, sir. I enjoyed the private club where they whipped me and pierced my clit. I still use the dog when you allow it.”
“How tall is my personal slut?”
“Your filthy assistant is five-foot-seven of pure whore, sir, and every inch of her belongs to you.”
“I didn’t give permission to suck yet. Tongue only.”
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s so hard I thought I could take it in my mouth already.”
“Maybe I’ll buy you a proper slut dress this year. I’m considering making you work as a full-time whore on your birthday. Whatever you earn at the club, I’ll use it to buy two diamond studs for that cock-sucking tongue. You’re going to end up the filthiest assistant in the entire city.”
“Thank you, sir. This body already belongs to you. You have every right to prostitute me and turn me into a complete whore.”
“How long have you been married to that cuckold husband of yours?”
“As long as I’ve had my daughter — thirteen years, sir. We were just kids. He took my virginity and got me pregnant the same night when I was fifteen. My mother became a grandmother at thirty. She helped me raise the girl so I could finish school. My father died in a car wreck ten years ago.”
“Get completely naked. Now you can deep-throat me. I’m tired and I want a proper job. Suck my balls, lick the shaft, worship the head like the dirtiest cock-sucker alive. Hands behind your back like a good little whore.”
“Thank you, sir, for allowing me to put your beautiful cock in my disgusting mouth.”
“I want to feel your throat on the head. How long have you been cheating on your husband, slut?”
“Since the day I met you, sir. I’m your personal slave. I only fuck for you and with you. I’m proud to belong to you body and soul.”
“I told you not to stop sucking while you talk. Focus.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Arch that ass higher. I want to look at it. Why don’t you divorce the loser?”
“Because you won’t let me, sir. I’ll do it the second you give permission. I want to serve you twenty-four hours a day. I hate having to remove the cunt rings before I go home. I want you to be able to mark me and beat me without worrying about what shows. I know I’m not good enough to be your wife, but please at least keep me as your slave.”
“When was the last time the trucker fucked you?”
“You already know, sir. I only do what you allow.”
“I want to hear it again. Answer, and lick my asshole while you do it.”
“Thank you for letting me kiss your ass, sir. My husband is only allowed to use my cunt, and only with a condom. I’m forbidden from kissing him, sucking his cock, or taking him in the ass. You can use every hole however you want. When you order it, I bring you the condom full of his cum — and the dog’s. I’m your personal piece of meat.”
“Tell your cuckold husband we’re leaving Thursday for a three-day business trip. Be pleasant with the clients. Dress well, but pack the dog collar, the crop, the whip, and your whore rings.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Shut up and keep licking my balls. I saw your mother last week. She still has a body worth fucking — those tits are excellent. I’m thinking about claiming her too. By your next birthday I want her broken in. In a few years I’ll put both of you to work as whores. But first I want to knock the two of you up at the same time. Four milking tits for my personal use. Imagine the local news — your mother a great-grandmother and a new mother again at forty-three.”
Lauren started crying harder around my cock.
“Please, sir… do whatever you want with me, but leave my family alone. I’m begging you.”
“Your tears feel good on my cock. Turn around. Ass up. I’m taking your hole.”
“It hurts, sir. I’m not wet enough and you’re too thick.”
“Slaves don’t get to complain. Open that ass and take it.”
“I’m sorry, sir… I always get messy when I cry.”
“Quiet. Turn around. I want to come down your throat. I love fucking your face when it’s covered in tears. Clean your face with my cock and then swallow every drop.”
I came hard, holding her head in place until I was empty.
“Good girl. Clean me properly. I don’t want a single stain left.”
“Thank you for feeding me, sir. You’re right… I’m starting to love the taste of cock straight out of my own ass.”
“Shut up. You did well today. Tonight you can let your husband fuck you. You’re allowed to come if you want. But tomorrow morning I want that condom on my desk, full. And bring me some of the dog’s cum too. You’ll swallow both with your coffee in front of me. Clear?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you. I don’t deserve your kindness.”
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